Not long after they left, two people suddenly walked out of the opposite corner, and it was Qi Lan and Sikong Changjue, who were not found by Qianfeng just now.

Sikong Changjue closed the folding fan and knocked it on the palm of his hand, squinted at the rugged land beside him, his eyes gradually sank, but the corners of his mouth still hung with a smile like a spring breeze, and said as if unintentionally: "It seems that Sister Ling was fascinated by this little man who came out of the drunken red dust, and I can't help but feel a little envious when I see the deep love of these two people." ”

The smile on Qi Lan's face had already disappeared without a trace during the period when he followed Qianfeng and the two all the way, he was secretly invited by Sikong Changjue to talk about things, but as soon as the two met, they saw Qianfeng and Qi Rong walking hand in hand before they entered the restaurant, and for some reason they put down what they were doing and followed.

Watching them laugh and run all the way, the depression in the rugged chest has been accumulating more and more for several days, until now it is like a fish in the throat, and it is not allowed to be expressed, listening to Sikong Changjue say this, his heart is even more irritable, and he involuntarily blurted out: "Enough!" Stop it! ”

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere instantly condensed, even the lively crowd around him could not degrade the cold air that suddenly emanated from Sikong Changjue's body, he suddenly tightened his palm, and the folding fan in his hand seemed to be unable to withstand the power of his palm and made a creaking sound, and it took a while for Sikong Changjue to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "Lan, you are emotional." ”

Qi Lan looked up at him suddenly, and the blood on his face under the bangs gradually faded, leaving a miserable white.

"I ......," he wanted to deny, but he only said one word, but he couldn't say it again.

Since sending Qianfeng away that day, for three months, he couldn't sleep day and night, every time he closed his eyes, all that came to his mind was that spring-colored dream, that face that was close at hand, that pair of misty eyes, that green and clumsy kiss......

Qi Lan felt as if he was stunned, obviously he gave him away, but now what is it for?

I don't know how many sleepless nights, he wandered alone outside the Lanfang Courtyard, thinking that there was only a wall between him and that person, and he was inexplicably at ease.

He secretly asked people to monitor Ranfangin, telling himself that this was just to find out if Qi Lian could really confront Qi Rong for Chi Kaede, but when he knew that Qi Ren really made trouble in the past, he didn't have much turmoil in his heart, but he was relieved when he heard that Qi Rong threw Qian Feng in the other courtyard and ignored it.

Qi Lan has never understood the reason for all his abnormal behavior recently, and today, through Sikong Changjue's words, he only felt like a thunderbolt, and all the questions were answered in an instant. Unexpectedly...... It's emotional.

Seeing that Qi Lan was wandering out of the world, Sikong Changjue's face was even colder, only to see his wrist slightly raised, holding up his rugged chin with a fan to let him look at him, his face approached little by little, until he was about to stick to his lips before he suddenly deviated, his lips brushed his ears and gently blew in, Sen Ran said: "Don't forget what you promised me!" ”

At this time, Qi Lan had already recovered from the shock just now, in the face of such an ambiguous posture, he frowned slightly, raised his hand to open the fan against his chin, took a step back, and distanced himself from Sikong Changjue, and then said lightly: "I know what I'm doing, I'm tired, I'll talk about it another day, you pay attention not to expose your whereabouts." ”

After saying that, Qi Lan turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly there was a warm sigh from Sikong Changjue: "I really want to kill him!" ”

Qi Lan paused, turned his head and glanced at him lightly: "Don't move him, I'll keep him useful." ”

Although it was a bland sentence, Sikong Changjue noticed a hint of chill, his eyes flickered, and then the smile on his face rippled again, and he opened the folding fan with a bang, and said with a smile: "Of course...... No. ”

Too many thoughts haven't been sorted out yet, and Qi Lan didn't say more, and after getting Sikong Changjue's assurance, he left for home, and he also figured it out along the way, what about emotion, he wouldn't leave anything behind.

That day's trip seemed to be just a small episode, and it did not make many waves in Qianfeng Gujing's life. Qi Rong seemed to be always busy with things, and Qian Feng hadn't seen her since that day.

After Lu Jiu's injury was healed, he was sent over by Qi Rong, this person seemed to be reborn, changed the flow of the past, and was respectful to Qianfeng, opening his mouth and closing his mouth to be "Childe", Qianfeng corrected it a few times, but it had no effect, so he had to go with him.

However, with someone waiting around, Qian Feng felt uncomfortable, and besides, something like that had happened between them. After thinking about it, Qianfeng finally thought of Xiao Xiaoliu, who had been forgotten by himself since he lived in the Flower Valley Palace, and asked people to build a stable in the courtyard and led Xiao Xiaoliu over, Xiao Xiaoliu was still indignant about the neglect he received, and when he saw that Qian Feng didn't say a word, he first raised his hind legs and gave him a hoof, and he snorted hatefully after being easily dodged away by Qianfeng.

Then, Lu Jiu's task changed from taking care of Xiaoliu to taking care of Xiaoliu, and the two lived a "harmonious" life. Since then, there has often been a grand scene of "residual flowers and dead leaves flying together, and the sound of the piano and horses neighing together", for no other reason, Qianfeng is still not well controlled, and occasionally brings internal force when playing the piano, the first to be devastated is the flowers and plants in the courtyard, but Xiao Xiaoliu has been accustomed to this kind of scene when he was in Chumen, and every time he encounters this situation, he hisses and pulls Qianfeng back to reality immersed in the music.

The sun was just right on this day, and Qianfeng, who felt that he was going to get moldy if he fell asleep, finally jumped off the beam, picked up the moon and went to the Huxin Pavilion in the courtyard.

Raising his hand and supporting his chin to sit at the stone table in the pavilion, his hair was a little loose, a few locks of hair hung down from the bun to block his eyes, Qianfeng didn't bother to care about them, lazily raised his eyelids and looked at Lu Jiu and Xiao Xiaoliu who were playing by the lake, of course, it was Lu Jiu who was playing with Xiao Xiaoliu, and this little guy's temper has become bigger and bigger recently. Qian Feng tugged at the corners of his mouth and continued to wander into the world.

His fingers unconsciously plucked the strings, and when he came back to his senses, Qianfeng found that he had played a tune that he had never played before, and he still remembered that he was still young at that time, and was brought back to Trumen by the red kite from the snow. Now that I think about it, it feels like a world away.

The movements of his subordinates became slower and slower, and later, Qian Feng simply stopped, and then no matter what he thought, he just couldn't remember the back half of it, and in distress, his brows were tightly wrinkled.